She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday
When you're sitting there watching your wife wither away,
When you fuck up there is a reason dont blame your wife
My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise
By the phone, no call
You don;t thin anymore
Days when i look into your irises you make me feel
See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real
How do you think that sounds when they turn on and listen,
You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision
Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel
I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here
Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.
And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see
You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for
All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/
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